It's a good day today. I'm getting caught up with all the tasks I didn't get to finish yesterday. I had a decent lunch - bad for me, but it tasted good. I got to read a new cooking magazine issue while I was eating. It's grey and drizzly outside, and the world is wet, which is good. I got paid. I've got a Moot to run tonight. The drawing I put up on the web site last night still looks really good. It's peaceful. I'm happy.
The last time the world was this nice to me was September 10th. I'm in such a good mood that I"m inclined to think this is a continuation of that day, a bridge over the time-pocket that we suddenly dropped into on 11 September, as if all the planned events and happenings of the world were put on hold by the attacks and are about to start happening again, four or five months late. I don't mind this. We'll see how it goes.
Today's pulp survival tip is: #75. Never make fun of the shaman.
The last time the world was this nice to me was September 10th. I'm in such a good mood that I"m inclined to think this is a continuation of that day, a bridge over the time-pocket that we suddenly dropped into on 11 September, as if all the planned events and happenings of the world were put on hold by the attacks and are about to start happening again, four or five months late. I don't mind this. We'll see how it goes.
Today's pulp survival tip is: #75. Never make fun of the shaman.